Annie Proulx,
whose 1997 short story inspired the film Brokeback
Mountain, has penned a scattershot blast in a
British newspaper unleashing her anger over the film's Best
Picture Oscar loss. Proulx criticizes Oscar voters and
the Academy Awards ceremony in the 1,094-word rant,
which appeared in Saturday's issue of The Guardian, a
liberal paper in the United Kingdom that
boasts 1.2 million readers daily.
The Best Picture
Oscar went to Crash, which focuses on race
relations in Los Angeles. Academy members who vote for
the year's best film are "out of touch not only with the
shifting larger culture and the yeasty ferment that is
America these days, but also out of touch with their
own segregated city," Proulx writes.
The 70-year-old
Pulitzer Prize-winning author points out that
Brokeback, which was nominated for eight Academy
Awards, was named best picture at the Independent Spirit
Awards one day before the March 5 Oscars. "If you are
looking for smart judging based on merit, skip the
Academy Awards next year and pay attention to the
Independent Spirit choices," Proulx advises.
She even lashes
out at Lionsgate, the distribution company behind
Crash. "Rumor has it that Lionsgate inundated
the Academy voters with DVD copies of
Trash--excuse me--Crash a
few weeks before the ballot deadline," Proulx writes. She
decries the "atmosphere of insufferable
self-importance" inside the Kodak Theater, the Oscars
site, and describes the audience as a "somewhat dim
L.A. crowd." The show, she writes, was "reminiscent of a
small-town talent-show night."
"Clapping wildly
for bad stuff enhances this," Proulx writes. She notes
that Brokeback's three Oscar wins, for original
score, adapted screenplay, and direction for Ang Lee, put it
"on equal footing with King Kong."
When Jack
Nicholson announced Crash as the best-picture
winner, "there was a gasp of shock," Proulx writes.
"It was a safe pick of 'controversial film' for the
heffalumps," she writes, using the elephant-like
"Winnie the Pooh" character to describe academy
voters.
"For those who
call this little piece a sour-grapes rant," Proulx
concludes, "play it as it lays." Calls by the Associated
Press to Proulx's Wyoming home and her literary agent,
Elizabeth Darhansoff, were not immediately returned
Tuesday. (Sandy Cohen, AP)